Alexander’s P.O.V.
As I unleash my fury upon the punching bag, the resounding thuds echo through the air. Two days have passed, but my anger still burns within me. I thought Alice was only mine, but she submitted to my brother as well. How could she do this?
I was such a dumbass to think she was truly innocent and so good. All women are the same, slut.
“f**k! Why, Alice, why did you do this to me? Why?” I howl, the sound of my voice intertwining with the forceful strikes against the bag.
What hurts me even more is that despite everything, I still long for her. I miss her enchanting blue eyes, her innocent smile, and her cheeks with red hue.
I saw purity in her eyes. How could her eyes deceive me? How could I never suspect that she was also submissive to my brother? Was my assumption i
